<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139626384486723777</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:27:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cami's life...Take three</title><subtitle type='html'>what happens when you lose yourself?  You have to find yourself.  As fate would have it, I've lost myself before, twice actually, and now as I embark on this journey of starting over, I dedicate this blog to the memory of who I used to be, and the journey of becoming the person I know I can be...In exploring all that I can be, it's best to define who I am...so - I am Cami Covington....birth name: Camille Covington...but for now - Just Cami...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camicovington.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139626384486723777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camicovington.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cami Covington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099397050318554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2139626384486723777.post-5263454963433806903</id><published>2009-05-31T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:45:54.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I???</title><content type='html'>In defining who I am, I&lt;br /&gt;guess&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNcuL09SZI/AAAAAAAAABg/H8LbDsdHUIc/s1600-h/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNcuL09SZI/AAAAAAAAABg/H8LbDsdHUIc/s200/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342215531510188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first and foremost,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNctmyM9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/tpkiA59IXMA/s1600-h/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNctmyM9GI/AAAAAAAAABY/tpkiA59IXMA/s200/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342215521566520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNctXVv17I/AAAAAAAAABQ/BKxwlWK5XQw/s1600-h/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNctXVv17I/AAAAAAAAABQ/BKxwlWK5XQw/s200/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342215517420640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; to three&lt;br /&gt;boys, and most of the time I am grateful for that&lt;br /&gt;opportunity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt; to three amazing girls and two hysterical brothers, they are the funniest people I know and my best friends in the whole, wide world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNh_IqjnqI/AAAAAAAAACg/5BO1avPmoOk/s1600-h/sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNh_IqjnqI/AAAAAAAAACg/5BO1avPmoOk/s400/sisters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342221320277171874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNh-6VQADI/AAAAAAAAACY/yjc3Hyg9UcM/s1600-h/John+and+Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNh-6VQADI/AAAAAAAAACY/yjc3Hyg9UcM/s400/John+and+Chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342221316429709362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiQW5WOiudI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0eJW8wPUxw/s1600-h/sisters%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiQW5WOiudI/AAAAAAAAACw/n0eJW8wPUxw/s400/sisters%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342420232443181522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music....&lt;/span&gt; all of it, except rap, but can that really be counted as music?  I have a Yamaha piano that has pulled me through hundreds of tough times, heart ache and frustration.  I play it daily and would be lost without it.  I also love to sing broadway musical numbers while playing, although no one knows this about me because I rarely play in front of anyone, let alone sing in front of anyone....it's my little alone time....and I would really have to trust someone a lot to sing in front of them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the color &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;... it's always been my favorite and always will be....green is the color of summer when everything is alive...and green is the color that used to take over my closet.  I've brought home really great finds from a shopping trip only to find that I already have five shirts in the exact shade...so now I try hard to buy other colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;....especially desserts....and eat them....which brings up one of my weight loss goals, but that's for another post....I love to cook and everyone knows they can get a home-cooked meal here, or at least a batch of chocolate chip cookies...I love trying new recipes, but my kids really don't like "New Recipe Night", they have no idea how good they've got it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii3YLdpC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/K1ISySRWQ08/s1600-h/skywest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii3YLdpC8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/K1ISySRWQ08/s400/skywest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343722583896951746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skywest Airlines&lt;/span&gt; and love every minute of it.  Plus,  this allows me to fulfill this overwhelming desire I have to see the world.  I love to travel and plan on filling my passport someday....by the way, my brothers are totally jealous that I get to use glow wands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii73atPInI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RIQt5JhxVks/s1600-h/IMG_0795_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii73atPInI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RIQt5JhxVks/s400/IMG_0795_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343727518611350130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massage The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rapist.....&lt;/span&gt;I attended The College of Massage Therapy and had the best time.  I made lots of great friends and graduated with a 4.0....I have specialized in pain management and really enjoy the challenge of taking pain away from someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really get into the client intake procedure....please...tell me about every injury, accident, surgery and scar you've got.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii5U4tG8fI/AAAAAAAAADI/oGv6PhWj1MI/s1600-h/IMG_0813_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/Sii5U4tG8fI/AAAAAAAAADI/oGv6PhWj1MI/s400/IMG_0813_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343724726345200114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's who I am right now....next I'll be figuring out what it is I want to accomplish for myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2139626384486723777-5263454963433806903?l=camicovington.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camicovington.blogspot.com/feeds/5263454963433806903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://camicovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139626384486723777/posts/default/5263454963433806903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2139626384486723777/posts/default/5263454963433806903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camicovington.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I???'/><author><name>Cami Covington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04099397050318554741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Slu6F9VPU_Q/SiNcuL09SZI/AAAAAAAAABg/H8LbDsdHUIc/s72-c/boys+at+Jensen%27s+Grove+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
